frolic kerry it was cold finally and it was late and the bars had grown quiet after dinner time but again were swelling with people, young people, with flushed cheeks hungry for cocktails and music the two of them walked down the dark street where the houses’ windows were blank curtains drawn like closed eyes like the each house and those inside it were sleeping, together. their mouths were still burning from whiskey and they started to skip, trying to keep warm, holding hands and they agreed the train’s probably not running anymore but let’s check scurried down the subway stairs like mice and there was no one there, no attendant though that’s not entirely usual, and he hopped the turnstile and she unzipped her coat and then followed suit, and down on the platform was just heavy silence ocean foam colored tiles and dark train tracks littered with debris damn, they said in unison, and laughed (and the silence of the platform was still too dense for their laughter to even touch it) and they leaned against the cold tile wall kissing with their hands on each others waists they would find a way home but in a minute, just a minute 221120 what's it to you? who go blather from